Ike & Tina Turner - Getting Nasty lyrics

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Ike & Tina Turner - Getting Nasty lyrics

I was justified when I was five Raising cane, I spit in your eye Times are changing, now the poor get fat But the fever's gonna catch you when the b**h gets back Eat meat on Friday, that's alright Even like steak on a Saturday night I can b**h the best at your social do's I get high from the speaking 'bout the things I do I'm a b**h, I'm a b**h, I'm a b**h and I'm back Stone cold sober as a matter of fact I can b**h, I can b**h 'cause I'm better than you It's the way that I move, the things that I do I entertain by picking brains Sell my soul by dropping names I don't like those, my God, what's that? Oh, it's full of nasty habits when the b**h gets back I'm a b**h, I'm a b**h, I'm a b**h and I'm back Stone cold sober as a matter of fact I can b**h, I can b**h, I'm better than you It's the way that I move, the things that I do